Captains log, 13.35.2037.......

"The search has still proven to be fruitless. We have spent many weeks now searching the ocean deeps for Hearth's Hold. May we do our Ancestors proud in recovering the lost treasures of this most honorable of dwarven vessels. Our cartographers have plotted the region well, yet the inky blackness of these depths still block us from finding the sunken steamship."

Captains Log, 23.35.2037......

"May out descendants bring swift vengeance on these cursed depths. The exploration has been undone by one of the monsters of the depths. We were set upon swiftly without a chance to even react. With the lights of the depths that all the fish tend to use, we never even saw it until it swam into our floodlights. Pitch black and covered in shimmering blue lights. The massive dragon already sported a ponderously distended gut from some previous victim, but it seemed to do very little to slow it down. We were to slow to even move out of the way before it's raking claws and tail had us ensnared. I can still see the horrible maw of the beast right now. Latching onto the front of the submersible, it began to distend and spread over the glass surveillance domes. We should have never been able to fit, it's maw was way too small to even fit us. B...But the bones just dislocated. Each and every bone in i's jaw and through popped out as it worked it's way over the ship. It took it forever to do so, but our fates were doomed as the glistening flesh of it's throat worked it's way down the Submersible's length..."

Captains log, 1.36.2037.......

"It has been days since the ship was eaten by the dragon of the depths.We were twice the size of it, and yet it fit us in as easily as eating a grape. The walls have been buckling and closing in for days now as it's stomach muscles constrict and grind against the hull. I'm leaving this journal sealed within the ships treasure vault. May our ancestors find this tome someday and right the wrongs that have been done to us. It's stomach acid has begun to leak inside, we don't have much time left. With my last words I inscribe this grudge against this deep sea dweller in my own blood. Curse you! May your belly rupture from your own ravenous nature....."